Leave well enough alone, annihilate the telephoneBe what only you can see, a curious and odd beliefMeant to walk the crooked mileNever blink, never smileSees itself in nothing muchA skeletal emotion push

Unrising, slumped overThe dank seasons are controlling

Leave well enough alone, annihilate the telephoneBe what only you can see, a curious and odd beliefMeant to walk the crooked mileNever blink, never smileSees itself in nothing muchA skeletal emotion push

Unrising, slumped overThe dank seasons are controlling

The dropping ladder of crucifixionOf crooked eyes, one green, one blueA Mongoloid gaze

Unrising, slumped overThe dank seasons, are controlling

A "never had", a "never will"In the syringe being pushed throughThe leverage that pulls it overIs dropping into the moot, drowning on a sinking boatThe pressure brings it up, then down